Little pins to prick the tips

pressing waving in the wind

I’m airing out my laundry again

pink and satin velveteen and lace

tweed and cashmere sweaters

I’m airing out my laundry again

blowing in the breeze

the scent of sexual promiscuities

brings you to your knees

it’s truly disgusting

my rawness is revolting

you like it

you need to see this

you need me bleeding my heart out

pressing down on ink tip

blood lust smeared across canvas

i could scream

it’s time to air myself out again

i could laugh 

it’s time to air myself out again

i could fuck you

it’s time to air myself out again

better to air out the laundry

than let it sit

turning moldy.